saintemiliosandoz:

saintemiliosandoz:

doomed by the narrative and haunted by the narrative and a secret third thing (narrating the narrative)

YOU ARE THE ONLY PERSON I RESPECT

i know its not really the point of that scene but the patient asking mel what she likes to do (that isnt just something that her sister likes to do) and her hesitating and then finally saying she liked to go to the Renaissance Faire because she liked to play at being someone different and his immediate response being “that’s so weird.” like 🫵 yeah liquor store robber boy, you better fucking run!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

demaparbat-hp:

THE CRAVING

Arc III: And hope she looks for me

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But I swear that I will give more than I take away.

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It’s a wrap! This AU means so much to me, and I’ve loved sharing it with all of you for these past few weeks. The next post will include the full comic. Thank you for all the love!

joondemiel:

sixohsixoheightfourtwo:

THE GUGGENHEIM??? (x)

voyaging-too:

That Carrie post reminded me of my biggest and oldest pet peeve: adaptations taking a character who’s supposed to be ugly, or at least not beautiful, and casting someone perfect-looking. A lot of the time this is simple misogyny, but the inability to allow ugly people to exist also extends to men and boys, and I remember how pissed I was when I started understanding this at around the age of eight.

Bastian of the Neverending Story is fat and weird-looking, in the movie he’s a perfectly photogenic all-American kid.

Hermione is buck-toothed and unpretty, in the movies she’s a perfect little girl who grows into a very attractive woman.

Carrie is fat and unpretty, in the movies she’s a supermodel in slightly unflattering clothes.

Don’t even talk to me about Ugly Betty.

The latest Frankenstein adaptation continues a long trend of trying to convey the message of “this monster is not inherently evil” by making the monster look good. Because obviously if the monster did look bad, it would be evil and people would be justified in shunning it.

Even supposedly more serious media does it. Imre Kertész’s Holocaust novel Fateless has a minor character, a wimpy weird-looking member of the group of boys who got deported together. The other boys don’t really like him, and disdainfully agree when he’s deemed not fit for work - of course they don’t yet know that it’s a death sentence. In the atrocious movie he’s not weaker just younger, a photogenic little boy, and him being sent to his death is played as a sentimental tearjerker for the audience instead of forcing us to grapple with the complexity of the original, where mundane teen boy cruelty continues to exist in boys who are currently victims of a genocide.

A written text says: this person is ugly, this affects how people treat them, this affects how they feel about themselves, how they behave, how they live in the world. This might just be an incidental part of their story, or it might be its entire point of the whole fucking book. And then the movie sweeps in and says: oh, but they aren’t ugly! They have always been beautiful! They are being bullied and shunned for no reason! So unfair!

And the unintentional but very obvious implication arises that if they *were* ugly, of course they would deserve the bullying, the audience would agree that they deserve the bullying, the audience would want to join in, kick spit point laugh. The idea of empathizing with an actually ugly person doesn’t compute. (Maybe it’s clear by now that this has done low-grade but long-lasting damage to me as a person: weird ugly people are simply not allowed to exist, not even in stories about being weird and ugly.)

Btw this is why “everyone is beautiful” type body-positivity does nothing for me, and why I’m hyper-sensitive to how people discuss ugliness in reality and in fiction. For example, I love the Just King Things and the Shelved by Genre podcasts, but I think they struggle to see the value of written descriptions of ugliness. They interpret Steven King’s descriptions of Carrie as cruel, they interpret Tiptree’s description of P. Burke in The Girl who was Plugged In as cruel and fatphobic. Sure, I don’t want to give King kudos for all his depictions of women, but he did get it right that time, and Tiptree absolutely did. Describing a character, especially a woman as ugly, genuinely ugly, no not secretly beautiful, actually ugly, and then telling her story, a story about existing in the world as an ugly woman, is really really fucking important. And people keep shying away from it, oh, it’s cruel to call anyone ugly, let’s pretend that ugly people don’t exist instead.

preserving-tiktok:

monstermonger:

I recently bought an art book on Caspar David Friedrich, whose emotional work stuck with me since I first saw it in a museum years ago. Over the course of a few weeks, I read about his life and at the same time did studies/interpretations of many pieces. It was a really enjoyable and fulfilling project; here’s a good lot of them together :)

I was happy to see many people enjoyed Friedrich’s work+my interpretations while posting them individually. It took way too long, but I FINALLY set up a print shop for some of these + some other pieces for those who expressed interest. Thank you so much!

blond-shell:

Shane Hollander: a friend I worry about

king was so fucking hot in this episode i dont care about anything else, otto looked so beautiful in the red lights, i need every frame of film he appeared in this week to be put in the louvre

clockways:

*floats in the mire*

I’ve gotten to the point… or the age, I guess, where I’m feeling the lack of having someone as a life partner. I just… I want someone to share things with. I want to go on drives with someone to weird locations and national parks and antique malls. I want to be able to point at something and say “do you see that? we should buy it.” (and probably be told no).

I want someone who can bring me more water when I’m sick, and that I can do the same for. Someone to share the chores with. To make a house that isn’t just mine but ours.

I want to be able to go into their office/space in the house and kiss them on the temple and set down a little treat for them. I want to buy them flowers and plants and silly little things that will make them smile.

I want to adore someone and remember the little things about them and… I want to be adored in return. I want my quirks to be a reason that I’m loved, not just something that’s tolerated.

But it’s hard, as an Ace, to find that. To say sorry, I can love you but never be intimate with you. To say I’ll need to know you to love you. I don’t know how to get there, but I want.